"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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After a devastating breakup, the son of a cop finds...
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"Yoongi."
"Yes?"
A silence, followed by the blunt plop of an ice cube plunging down a glass of whiskey.
"He had sex with him."
"Oh."
"In a parking lot."
"Oh?" The small man hid his surprise behind the glass of alcohol.
"And the other one... He also talked to him."
"About?"
"Hyukjae."
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
"Fuck."
"Yeah."
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All he could see was nothing. Then nothing vanished into something. Something like shadows, or light, or a mix of both. Or neither. Light through shadows, maybe. The light rubbed at his eyelids in a blurry bokeh-esque vision, faint shades of circles and squares and triangles blending together to try and make sense of its surroundings. To make coherent shapes, perhaps. Anything that made sense.
Senses. It was all coming back to him, little by little.
Taehyung let out a stifled grumble, body weighing down on him, though the air around him felt warm. He blinked once. Twice. Then repeatedly, his vision gradually coming into some form of clarity. What he noticed next was the pounding in his head, the strings of pain coming in waves at different intervals, different parts of his skin. There was a distant taste of blood on his tongue, and his lips felt dry.
Eventually he was able to identify his own location. He was currently laying at the comfort of his mattress in his own bedroom, and somehow seeing the familiar grey and diagonally striped pattern on the comforter made him relax just a bit. He struggled to sit up, head falling over to his right where he then spotted a person sitting on a chair just beside the bed frame. Their upper body laid atop the mattress space at a couple centimeters distance, arms sprawled to cushion their head, strands of raven hair peeking out from the sheets.
Taehyung licked his chapped lips, cleared his throat and closed his eyes briefly. Although his head hurt like crazy, he remembered vividly what had happed before he blacked out in that fight.
Oh Chulsoo. That was the name of the Acre gang member who had boldly made an attempt to get info out of him. He knew he couldn't be brash and act out just yet, especially at the state he was currently in, but he certainly couldn't wait to return the favor to that asshole. And that was, of course, the favor of crushing his skull into pieces. But that would be a thought he'd revel oh-so leisurely in a little later, because for now his head was pulsing much too loudly.
